Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2010 14:32:17 -0500
From: Jackson Phoenix <jacksonvillewriter@gmail.com>
Subject: Maneater

We're all creatures of lust. It doesn't matter if you crave chocolate, sex,
or blood. The longing and the struggle to deny ourselves the things in life
that makes us happy overcomes the best in us sometimes. We all feel it.
Trevor felt it, but he never denied himself. If he wanted something, he went
for it. He fed into his lust for chocolate just as easily as he gave into
his lust for sex, and there wasn't a night that went by that Trevor denied
himself in his lust for blood. Tonight was going to be one of those nights.

A little passed midnight, the ever mesmerizing Trevor has found himself
among the club scene of the city, an almost-small town in the heart of New
Mexico. Stories of demons and monster have long been a part of this regions
mystique. Stories of "el chupacabra", the man-eating beast whose silly name
couldn't scare anyone when translated into English. El chupacabra, the goat
sucker, and its accompanying myth frightened and delighted both the tourists
and the locals. Trevor wasn't interested in stories though. Tonight he was
looking for a different kind of sucker at the local gay club to satisfy his
own lust.

He found one in the form of Eric. A buff 21-year-old military boy who
frequented the clubs when he couldn't find a discrete fuck on base. After
their eyes met for a moment, he approached the smaller framed Trevor, who
had just walked into the Icarus. That was Eric's first mistake.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Eric asked with the cocky confidence that his looks
alone could score him a night with this beautiful dark featured stranger.

"I don't drink." Trevor replied dryly.

"Well, do you want to dance?" Eric proposed unaffected by Trevor's refusal.

"Not really." Trevor wasn't interested in dancing tonight. He had his own
agenda.

"Well how can I get your attention here?" By now Eric's confident full smile
had faded into a smirk of slight insecurity.

"Blow me." Trevor commanded as he looked into Eric's deep hazel eyes, which
contrasted with Trevor's supernaturally black pair.

"Here?" Eric was now mesmerized by Trevor's demanding nature.

"Follow me."

Eric follows Trevor through the back door of the Icarus cementing Eric's
second mistake of the evening. After walking passed a bronze statue of the
young Greek man with gossamer wings, Eric finds himself in a dark alley,
where Trevor has leaned himself against a wall. Trevor unzips his own pants
beckoning Eric to come closer. Eric moves in for a kiss, but Trevor pushes
his head down. Eric's knees fall to the ground following Trevor's physical
command.

"You're stronger than you look." Eric's bright smile has now returned
exposing his renewed self confidence.

Trevor remains silent as Eric follows through with his orders. Eric pulls
out Trevor's hard cock and looks it over with delight. It's thick, but more
prominent are the bite marks around both the head and the base of the shaft.

"Man, you must be into some kinky shit."

Eric's comments are met with silence. Trevor isn't the talking kind.
Instead, he's the killing kind. Still, our young stranger proceeds to
envelop his mouth around Trevor's hard, twice bitten cock. Eric's a decent
dick sucker. He's not the best Trevor's ever had by any means, but at least
he's not a biter. Mid suck, Trevor takes the back of Eric's head into his
hands and proceeds to face fuck Eric by pumping his thick tool into this new
stranger's open mouth. Upon building momentum, Trevor approaches release and
cums in the back of Eric's throat.

"Swallow it." Trevor commands his prey.

Eric is use to taking orders and feels compelled to do so by the dark and
brooding Trevor. He knows he can handle himself in a fight, so he never
feels truly threatened by any of Trevor's dark nature. More importantly, its
what Eric does not know about Trevor that has him falsely feeling secure
around the man-beast. After swallowing Trevor's load, Eric takes a deep swig
of the beer he carried out with him into the ally.

"I love it, but I hate the after taste." Eric sighs. He then looks directly
into Trevor's eyes as if he, himself, was the blood thirsty monster in the
alley and not Trevor. "Do me next?"

Trevor nods.

Eric prepares himself for a blow job. Instead he's surprised when he is
suddenly turned around by Trevor who is still hard. Eric's face is pressed
flat against the brick wall of the alley. Manhandled, Eric has flash backs
to the first time he...

"Fuck!" Eric lets out a yell as Trevor enters his ass. It hurts because
Trevor pushes his hard cock fully into Eric's asshole without lube or spit
to ease it in. Trevor is turned on by Eric's yell, so he pulls all the way
out only to reenter harder and deeper than before. This is foreplay to the
demon inside of Trevor.

Because of the violent form of ass-torture inflicted by Trevor's thick cock,
Eric's asshole never relaxes and stays tight throughout their fuck session.
Each thrust of Trevor's member into Eric's rectum is designed to make Eric
feel more and more pain as his face is pressed deeper into the wall of the
club. In return for Eric's pain, Trevor feels more and more pleasure. Still,
Eric is unable to resist the beast's commands.

The side of Eric's face is now bleeding and outlined with an imprint from
the brick wall. Trevor senses the blood, and his lust becomes insatiable.
He's now ready to release, so he reaches around to Eric's hard dripping
cock. He holds it into place. Now each pump and pull of Trevor's hip pounds
Eric's dick in and out of Trevor's tight grip. Eric can't take the
combination of such intense pleasure now felt through both his manhole and
his own tool and the pain of Trevor's violent thrusts. Eric cums in Trevor's
hand. Trevor pulls out of Eric's ass, and Eric falls to his knees. Trevor
uses Eric's semen as lube for his own dick and jacks off onto Eric's
bloodied face.

It was unclear if Eric was under the spell of the monstrous Trevor or if he
genuinely enjoyed such a violent fuck. When he pulled himself off the
ground, Eric turned to Trevor and said, "That was the best fuck I've ever
had."

"Go away." Trevor replied.

Eric, who now looked like he had been hit by a train, was stunned by the
incident. Disoriented, he stumbled off into the street where he found his
car. The men he passed by who were leaving the club assumed that he was
drunk and fell somewhere when they saw the gash on his forehead. They
watched as he climbed in. He passed out before he had a chance to turn it
on. No one realized that death had mercy on him tonight. Not even Eric
realized how close he came to it. He was free to live another day.

The next guy to cross Trevor's path wasn't so lucky.

Trevor reentered the club from the back door. It was close to four in the
morning, and almost everyone had gone for the night. He was still hungry,
but he wasn't about to feed on any of the last call left overs from an
otherwise busy night at Icarus. It was time to leave.

Outside of the club, three men congregated on the other side of the street.
Trevor noticed them as he walked out and headed for his apartment. A few
blocks later, he heard footsteps behind him. The men had stalked him and
waited for a chance to attack without any witnesses to call for help.

"Fucking faggot!" One of the men called out in pursuit of Trevor. Instead of
running though, he stopped to turn toward the men.

"You think you're going to fight all three of us?" A stocky blond man
shouted in response to Trevor's lack of fear.

"No, I'm going to kill all three of you." Trevor's demon face revealed
itself as the words poured out of his mouth.

With a leopard's grace, Trevor lunged for the dark haired man in the middle
who was wielding a baseball bat until Trevor bit into him and started
feeding. This was the guy that called him a faggot. The other two ran
abandoning their former friend for the man-eating monster to murder. They
would have done the same to Trevor if he was just a faggot like they
thought, but Trevor was different. Trevor was special. Trevor was a blood
thirsty cock-sucking, son-of-a-bitch, motherfucker, yes, but Trevor was no
one's faggot.